I salute that Lord Sun,
Who is the thilaka to the mountain of sun rise,
Who is the chief of all planets,
Who is the dazzling gem stone in the ring of the sky,
And the ear stud to the lady of directions.

There is always victory to the Sun God,
Who daily wakes up the forest of lotus flowers,
Who brings to together the pair of horizons, (Chakra vaka birds)
Who sees all the world and is always interested in doing good to others.

My salutations to you God, who shines like fan to the mountain of dawn,
Who is reddish by the running hoof dust of the green horses of his chariot,
Who is with green horses and who wears green silk cloths,
And who is the lamp to the courtyard of the open sky.

Oh God who makes the day, when you open all the world opens and,
When you close down all the world closes like a bud,
And nothing else known to us is capable of doing this,
And all the world thus acts as if it is a lotus flower.